Who would believe it, a depressed eighteenyear old son who wanted to fuck his mother's ass! Iwas withdrawn socially and I could only put it down towan...ing my mother.My mother noticed my sulking and began to worry. Shekept pressing me to tell her my problems but I wouldn'tbudge. She made it clear that if I ever needed to talk toher about anything at all, she would always be there tolisten. I really felt bad putting my mom through this, butI didn't know what to do—until now. So, here I. "Whereas outside hinted at oppression, inside smacked them with a wooolen fist of coal-fired staleness, like walking through damp cotton, breathing through a moldy sock. They had learned to move as little as possible once the front door closed. He peeled to his boxers and grabbed a water bottle from the freshly-iced cooler. She shimmied herself down to a sports bra and panties, walking as she did so and took a Diet Coke.With his monster Mag Light he found the battery-powered TV, propped himself. He grabbed Bertrishas hand and ran across the length of his room, opening the door and flying out. Whoo! Lets go get breakfast, Im starving! I want some ale, Aye? He called back at Bertrisha who was five steps behind him. No Ale! With one glass, you will be drunk for the rest of the day! She huffed. Both of them started giggling as they hurried down the broad, white marble steps to the dining area. Go to the throne room, There is a messenger here waiting for you! Ill bring you your food,. “Oh no, I wasn’t going to suggest that you sleep with me.” Kshitiz said.“Good, then what is it that you did have in mind?” I asked.“I’ll give you to the end of next week to come up with the money, if you will take off the panties that you’re wearing right now and give them to me.” Kshitiz said.“No way, weirdo.” I said.“Very well, I guess I’ll just go to my office and start the eviction process.” Kshitiz said.He turned to go to his office.“Wait. If I give them to you I get until the end of next.